You just landed in a foreign country after a 57 1/2 hour flight from Des Moines.
You’re tired. You’re hungry. You’re jet-lagged.
You manage to get through immigration and schlep your bags onto the metro. You emerge from the bowels of the subway into the blinding sunlight…and realize you have no idea where you are.
Sound familiar? Getting lost in a foreign city happens to the best of us, the rest of us, and the most seasoned of travelers.
We all get disoriented sometimes.What do you do when you don’t know where you are?